Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Faust,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.